This is a song about "Soggy lips"

Rubbing off these cracked lips like chap stick

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

Thick lips and a sick class

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

I spit that real hip hop, youd think my lips are black

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Stray away bullet streaks off the lips son

My bars are a fluent fit / a confusing mix exiting my spewing lips

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Just another product of this matrix

But let something i don't like slip past your lips